On Writing CENTIPEDE

Several years ago, when We Share the Same Sky came out in paperback, my students asked, “Why haven’t you written anything for us?” And I realized, I needed to; after all who can resist the sweet request of so many kids? Not I!

 

So- I began working on a novel for them. I got about five chapters in and was really beginning to warm up to the book when the idea for CENTIPEDE hit me. I don’t remember now what sparked the idea, but I remember clearly how quickly it took hold and how it expanded and grew almost on its own. It was the same way with the characters; immediately they were there, and just as quickly they seemed to take control of the novel.

 

I— I had wanted to write a lovely little happy book for my kids. That is not what I ended up with. (The happy little book is the one I set aside for later.) What I ended up with was a Young Adult book that requires a note to parents that it contains adult content, i.e. the book description on the back – Willie survives a murder.

 

When my students asked me this past week if they could now purchase it on Amazon, I said “yes” and proceeded to remind them that they needed their parents to look it over first. (These kids are eleven and twelve year olds.)

 

One of my boys, T.P. spoke up and asked, “It’s got some cussin’ in it, don’t it?”

 

And I had to say, “Well, just a little but only in the beginning, T.”

 

– “So you cuss, Ms. Mozley?” ūüôĄ

 

“No, T. but a couple of the characters do at times. It is necessary for them to speak as they really would,” I tried to explain.

 

T.P. then laughed and told me he was “just tryin’ to get me”.

 

Oh, these kids today! They do make me smile.

 

Although the story of CENTIPEDE seemed to write itself, it was difficult at times because I’d never written for kids. For example, when two of my girls first read it through, they came to me and explained they didn’t understand a few things. So, I had to go back and re-write sections, adding hints that were not necessary for a more mature reader. They just didn’t intuitively grasp what I assumed they would.

 

I tried to get the novel right for my middle school and young adult readers, and still create a story that held the ideals I wanted the piece to express: the importance of nature to the human psyche, love of family, the necessity and importance of security for a child, a child’s inherent resilience, their sense of wonder and the steadfastness to ideals they retain a firm grasp on – and I wanted to include God’s wondrous gift of imagination and the true love of life that kids remain close to.

 

Willie is my girl. And, I am very proud of her.

 

I hope the students will love her as well.

 

ELIZABETH

‚Äďwherever I go

It occurred to me this morning while I was out dusting my roses, that I have never stayed in a house long enough to reap the rewards of all my plantings.

In my late twenties, I began to take on the habits of my GrandMosie and Grandmother Libby, taking clippings from roses whenever the children and I came upon them.  They too began to pick out favorites, casting furtive glances as I carefully cut.  We wrapped the stems in a moistened napkin and stashed them away in my backpack just as I had seen my grandmothers do time and time again.  Once home the trimmings were dipped in Root Tone and the children would take them and plant them gingerly in the nursing pot with the others.  The following spring, we would transplant all those that had survived and taken root.  Amazingly, they almost always did.  Our backyard on Magnolia Street filled and then overflowed, roses waving like a rumpled tapestry.

Then the children and I moved back home to Rainbow City and I ‚Äďnow in my thirties ‚Äď discovered a love of azaleas wild and hybrid, magnolias, evergreens and pear trees.¬† And so I planted, watered, nurtured. ¬†Eventually ‚Ķ I moved again.

Several summers ago -almost twelve years later -I took a late evening drive back to Rainbow City.  When I neared the homeplace I slowed, astounded by the growth, the sheer beauty of all I had planted so many years before.  It was just as I had thought it would be, what I had imagined when I chose the plants and placed them.  A sudden wistfulness quickly consumed me; then just as quickly was squelched when I noticed a woman out back, watering and smiling.  And, did I see her talking gently to my plants?  I wanted to stop and tell her their history, which ones were planted on birthdays, and other special occasions.

Perhaps someday I will put down permanent roots as well.¬† Until then, I will continue my love of planting ‚Äďwherever I go.

 

*****

ELIZABETH MOZLEY

@ElizabethMozley  &  @CentipedeYAread

And on Facebook ‚Äď We Share the Same Sky, author Elizabeth Mozley

We Share the Same Sky, a memoir

https://www.amazon.com/Elizabeth-Mozley/e/B00J7KJWIU

 

hOlidAy tRAdiTioNs ~

Thanksgiving-Christmas

Pre-holiday activities get me all geared up for the season.  And some of the things I love are irksome to others in the family!

For example, I usually put my Christmas tree up on Veteran’s Day.

My reasoning?

When I was a single mom and shared the holidays with the ex, the time for preparing and celebrating was cut in half.  The kids and I were out of school every November 11th so we started making the most of it and began a new tradition.

Even though the kids are grown, I am still putting the tree up before Thanksgiving.  I LIKE making it one big, long holiday!  Most of us begin the season with a dinner that celebrates family, health and happiness, then spend several weeks rejoicing in our beliefs and the festivities that surround them, and finally close with a party to welcome the New Year!  See?!  One big season of being hApPy!

Another reason I like starting early is because the season is so hectic.¬† The extra time allows for more relaxing; I can acknowledge and enjoy the moment when that giddy, 0h-i-love-Christmas-feeling strikes ‚Äďbecause honestly, sometimes the festive spirit can be short-lived.¬† You know what I mean!¬† At times I am absolutely covered up with it ‚Äďlike this year. ūüôā But, there have been holidays I’ve gone through the motions, thankful but not necessarily in a Christmassy mood.

So, Saturday morning I rolled up my sleeves and headed to the storage building. Yes, it was game day -college football/ALABAMA/Roll Tide day.¬† I told myself I’d be finished before kickoff.

I wasn’t.¬† With sounds of the game roaring from the other room, I dug out and went through six huge boxes of ornaments and decorations I‚Äôd not unpacked in eight years.¬† I unwrapped them all and reveled at how many memories I found gently folded within the timeworn wrapping paper.¬† Even the old wrapping paper brought back memories of my children‚Äôs early Christmas mornings.¬† My earliest memories were there too.

Nostalgia in a box.

There were so many ornaments I was forced to choose from our favorites. A blue silk-threaded ball and a glass orb from my childhood (I remember my baby brother, Oba, taking a bite out of one); antique golden glass hearts my Uncle Tim gave me; gold paper stars my daughter, Anderson, and I made when she was little; a snowflake with Isaac’s kindergarten picture clipped inside; plastic snowflakes the kids and I purchased at Nelson’s on Broad St. and gussied up with tons of glitter; paper cardinals drawn, cut, and painted in watercolor from a Christmas spent alone…

And so many from vacations and road trips…

…A sunglass and Santa-hat clad starfish purchased in Orange Beach during the vacation it stormed all week. (It was awesome ‚Äďwe three feasted on seafood, camped out at the indoor pool & hot tub and watched movies all week.)…

…And three Santas purchased in Brighton Beach, the summer I ran off to NYC, alone.

The more eggnog I drank, the gaudier my tree became, covered in layer upon layer of ornaments!

I even pulled out the old ceramic tree Mother gave me years ago.¬† It was always the first decoration Oba and I put out when we were little.¬† ¬†I played with the wiring and got the inner light to work then washed the tree and its base.¬† While ordering more plastic lights for it online, I discovered that the 24‚ÄĚ vintage one like mine is now worth 250.-300. dollars. ¬†Ah, viNtaGe!

So, even though I was a weekend behind my official putting-up-the-tree-date, it was a wonderful day!  I missed the kids, but revealed in every minute of the Christmas spirit that filled me.

Now, I can look forward to all the other activities that have become family traditions -the kids helping with Thanksgiving dinner, the making of Christmas candies (Martha Washington & Potato Candy!), shopping with the girls, piling up on the couch to watch It’s a Wonderful Life¬†and A Christmas Story, Midnight Mass at the Vatican… and hours upon hours of Christmas music!

Happy Holidays, y’all !!

“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow‚Ķ.”

*****

ELIZABETH MOZLEY

@ElizabethMozley  &  @CentipedeYAread

And on Facebook ‚Äď We Share the Same Sky, author Elizabeth Mozley

We Share the Same Sky, a memoir

https://www.amazon.com/Elizabeth-Mozley/e/B00J7KJWIU

Fried green tomatoes @ both Whistle Stop Caf√©s

When it comes to fried green tomatoes, I thank God Alabama and Georgia are sister states!  However, this weekend was about more than just food.

Well, somewhat!

There are days I crave a road trip, and when I can’t take a long one¬†I pick something I’m interested in, do a little research and take a short one (or two related ones) instead.

Now being a Southern woman, it goes without saying that I am a Fannie Flagg fan. ¬†If the name does not ring any bells, please let me try to ring them. ¬†Fannie Flagg is the professional name for Patricia Neal, an Alabama native, actress/writer/comedian. ¬†You may remember her for co-hosting our local “Morning Show” on WBRC-TV or her appearances on Allen Funt’s Candid Camera & the game show Match Game. ¬†OH, and let’s not forget that little Southern book Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Caf√©¬†and the amazing movie Fried Green Tomatoes!¬†

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The Irondale Caf√©, also known as¬†The Original Whistlestop Caf√©¬†is not new to me. Located in Irondale, Alabama in the greater Birmingham area, it is a short 45 minute drive from our house. ¬†And the food is worth every minute of it! ¬†Originally begun in 1928, the business was ran after WWII by three women -Bess Fortenberry, Sue Lovelace & Lizzie Cunningham-who together turned the caf√© into a sensation. ¬†It just so happens that our author, Fannie Flagg, is Bess Fortenberry’s niece.

The idea of visiting both the Irondale location and then driving over to Juliette, Georgia where the movie was filmed struck me as something fun to do. ¬†The trip would take two and a half hours there, two and a half back. ¬†Just far enough to get away for a while and fill my tank (creativity tank/ happy tank & the bottomless pit/hunger tank). You know what I’m talking about! ¬†I just needed to get lost a while, enjoy some soul food and smile.

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¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†Knowing how everyone likes to hear how the food tastes and see how it looks, I decided to revisit¬†the Irondale¬†Caf√© first and order a few things I don’t normally get. ¬†Being out of school last Friday because Talladega County schools can’t run buses for all the race traffic was a plus I took advantage of. ¬†It was also my excuse to hit the road!

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The place was packed and plates were fully loaded!  I grabbed a tray and got in line.

¬†1The pies are always my weakness!¬†2The special was smothered chicken livers~ a Southern favorite! ¬†I’m not sure what it is about cafeteria style restaurants, but I love how they bring out the little girl in me -I just get so excited about all the choices right there within arms reach! ¬†You get to see the food before you choose…smothered chicken livers

¬†It is extremely difficult for me to give up something I love in order to try something new. ¬†So, I went for a few -a very limited few- of my favorites…

 

the best fried catfish around

 

 

 

 

 

…cornbread dressing, fried green tomatoes & a huge slice of toasted coconut pie!

Their chocolate pie is still my favorite dessert.

 

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Sunday Morning, arrived and it could not have been a more beautiful day -70 degrees and sunny!  When I drove down Hwy 78 to I-20, Talladega race fans were already crowding the roads.  I cruised along with my windows down enjoying a little Tony Bennett & Frank Sinatra, constantly checking my speedometer because every State Trooper in Bama was out and about.

atl    Lost in a daydream I was in Atlanta, Georgia before I realized it!

       As I exited I-75 South and entered Forsyth, Georgia my heart began to sing.  There is nothing as wonderful as a drive in the country on a pretty day!  I was nine miles from Juliette and I was beyond ravenous!

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JULIETTE & THE WHISTLE STOP CAFE at last~

       When I arrived, there were only a few tables taken by families having Sunday dinner; church had just let out. (In the South, dinner is your biggest meal on Sunday, taken at lunch & supper is your evening meal.)

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I chose a little table in the front corner ¬†near the door where I could people watch and snap photos without being too intrusive ūüėȬ†y

Leslie brought me the menu, a big glass of sweet tea and a plate of hot fried green tomatoes to munch on while I looked over the menu.

“You like potato and I like potahto
You like tomato and I like tomahto
Potato, potahto, tomato, tomahto…”

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sToo many things called to me; I was so hungry I couldn’t think clearly. ¬† Oh, what a lie!

I just wanted what I wanted: fried okra, macaroni and cheese, collards & cornbread.  And, that is exactly what I got.

*The macaroni and cheese was so good I could have made a meal on it and the cornbread alone!

When Leslie returned to refill my tea glass and ask if I wanted dessert, I was ready! ¬†As usual, I felt the need to explain that I want to sample, and no, please do not bring me smaller portions! ¬†¬†That’s what a carry-home box is for! ūüôā

and the winner is...  I followed my heart and ordered the peach cobbler.

d   Then I ordered the pecan cobbler & the apple dumpling.

“Are you trying all of these?” She asked, trying not to smile. ¬†When I nodded yes, she simply grinned and said, “Yes, ma’am. ¬†I’ll warm them all up!”

I tried the peach cobbler first. It was perfectly creamy with                                        dumpling-like breading in some spots and flaky crust in others!

I set aside my spoon, saving it for last and tried the pecan cobbler.  It had the same flavor as a pecan pie but less of the custardy filling.  Like the peach, it was also heavenly and so sweet it made my teeth hurt!  I decided to box it for later.  I took one bite of the apple cobbler and boxed it as well.  It was good, but I was filling up fast.

The peach cobbler and the dense lightly vanilla flavored ice cream was all I wanted. ¬†If a group of bikers had not come in and filled the cafe and the table next to mine, I’d have ran my finger through the bowl to get the rest of it! ¬†But, I’d already garnered enough raised brows and smirks for one day.

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After lunch I decided to walk around, see the sites and browse the antique and novelty shops.

       Before the filming of Fried Green Tomatoes began, many of the buildings in Juliette were run-down and overgrown with ivy and vines.  Needless to say, Hollywood gussied it up.  If you pay attention, at the end of the film when Ninny returns to her home and finds it is not the quaint little town she remembers, you will see Juliette as it was before the clean-up and filming began.  Today, the little town remains as it did during filming -quite picturesque and very Southern.

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Directly across the street from the restaurant is Vern Cora’s Antiques.

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I loved the interior of this store as it was so bright and colorful.  I also found too many things I wanted~

My daughter, Anderson, would love Purple Hayes which is next door!  The shop was opened by Delores Hayes after her husband passed away.  She came up with the name by combining his favorite color and their last name.

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As I walked from store to store, I stopped and spoke with the owners. ¬†It’s amazing how personable everyone was, how willing and eager they were to talk about their little town. ¬†I met Shelley George and Jennifer Yozviak at Ruth & Idgie’s Gift Shop, where they happily showed off the back room as it is featured in one of the scenes in the film. ¬†Gives me an excuse to watch it yet again and look for matching wallpaper!

poAt ¬†The Blackberry Patch I found a turquoise colored mixer I should have purchased, but told myself I didn’t need!aa

And, all about are the quirky props from the film! ¬† Like Smokey Lonesome’s cabin, and the gravestone of Frank Bennett. The town of Juliette really is a lot of fun!

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The old buildings are the prettiest.

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The last store I stopped in was Tommy Moon’s store, The Honey Comb. ¬†What can I say, I just have a thing for honey…

Before I left Juliette, I drove out to get a pic or two of the dam.

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little houseAnd fell hard for a little white house!

Every once in a while it’s nice to just get out of town! ¬†By the time I made it back to Oxford, Alabama the race was over and Nascar fans were again filing onto I-20. ¬†Talk about perfect timing~

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LINKS –

The Irondale Cafe:  http://www.irondalecafe.com

The Whistle Stop Cafe, Juliette:  http://www.thewhistlestopcafe.com

 

If you enjoy fall festivals you should head to Juliette this weekend for the Fried Green Tomato Festival! ¬†You’ve just missed the Whistle Stop Festival in Irondale, AL.

The grandbaby and I highly recommend it! 

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Me & Elizabeth Rileigh enjoying the annual Whistle Stop Festival!

*****

ELIZABETH MOZLEY

@ElizabethMozley  &  @CentipedeYAread

And on Facebook ‚Äď We Share the Same Sky, author Elizabeth Mozley

We Share the Same Sky, a memoir

https://www.amazon.com/Elizabeth-Mozley/e/B00J7KJWIU

A promise is a promise!

Let’s just cut to the chase -my weakness is a blonde haired, blue eyed girl who has my heart! ¬†Four years ago I became a grandma & it absolutely changed the way I look at almost everything.

       Earlier in the week I invited my daughter, Anderson, to come for dinner.  I hoped to lure her into a visit by promising a pot of chili!  And, I told Elizabeth Rileigh, the grandbaby, that she and I would make cupcakes and decorate them.

One minor problem: ¬†the element in my oven is out and I wasn’t thinking. ¬†Actually, I thought I’d have time to do it this past weekend. ¬†But, I forgot all about it.

¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†That is until Monday when I called the girls to make sure they were still coming. ¬†When Anderson finished catching me up on her weekend, Rileighbug got on the phone and reminded me, “Betts, we are making cupcakes tomorrow!”

The knot that instantly hit my stomach is indescribable. ¬†If there is one thing I simply cannot stand it is disappointing people -especially children. ¬†If I promise to do something, I’m doing it.

It was, however, too late to get an element. ¬†So I thought back to my early teaching years, and all the times I had my kindergarten and first graders “cook” in class. ¬†The activity would have to be fun, consist of easy steps she could do herself and it needed to be yummy.

       After work, I headed to Dollar General.  It was an easy stop on my way home and I knew they would have everything I needed.  I purchased: two types of Little Debbie snack cakes (a less sweet pumpkin cake that was thin, and a thick vanilla one), a can of cream cheese flavored icing, M&Ms, candy corn and some paper cupcake holders.

The girls were waiting for me when I got home & one of them was really excited about “making cupcakes”.

 

After dinner, Anderson took all of the snack cakes out of their wrappers while Rileigh arranged her M&Ms and candy corn. I located small and medium sized biscuit cutters and warmed the icing in the microwave to make it easier to spread.

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Rileigh then got to work, using the small cookie cutter to press out the smallest bottom layer of the cupcake (the thin pumpkin cake).

 

She then added a little icing to “glue on” the next layer. ¬†Using the medium biscuit cutter, she cut a circle out of the vanilla snack cake. ¬†Icing went on top and she decorated them with M&Ms and candy corn.

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 I think we actually had more fun constructing these than if we had simply baked the cupcakes!

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Bar-B-Que… Need I say more?!

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I’ve a tendency to slip away as often as possible when food is involved.¬†

And, Bar-B-Que calls to me like no other!¬†¬†¬†Steve N’ Jan’s BBQ is one of those little out-of-the-way places that folks don’t necessarily know about -unless you are a local, that is.¬† It sits out in the country, on roads I don’t even know the name of but drive daily to and from work -just so I can see the lolling hills of Alabama farmland, old barns and recently baled hay.

I pulled in and parked; opening the car door I was immediately engulfed by the smell of smoked meats!

Daily, I join 400+ students for lunch in our school¬†cafeteria.¬†¬†My schedule¬†doesn’t allow me to get out and about and until this weekend,¬†I’d not¬†had the opportunity to slip away.¬† When I arrived, Shelly (Steve and Jan’s daughter) greeted me with a huge grin and was more than happy to recommend everything on the menu!¬† Steve was busy behind the counter chopping meats while Jan flitted about, being gracious and refilling¬†everyone’s sweet tea. ¬†Last summer, Steve N Jan’s BBQ won The Taste of Lincoln. ¬†I’ve been ready to dig in ever since!

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Shelly stood and chatted with me while I looked over the menu.¬† When I told her I was having a difficult time choosing she smiled and suggested, “Why don’t you go grab yourself a milkshake and come back at 4:00 when we put out the buffet.¬† That way you can sample everything!”¬†¬†I raised a skeptical brow and asked if she was kidding.¬†¬†“I’ve never heard of a BBQ buffet!¬† But, I’m too hungry to wait and I’m ordering a lot…” I warned, returning her smile.

I told her I wanted to start with the BBQ Nachos.¬† She grinned, and headed off in the direction of the kitchen.¬† “I’ve got something I want you to try,”¬†she said over her shoulder.¬† “We make the most amazing potato salad -but it doesn’t have any of the regular potato salad ingredients,” she explained.¬† “Dad also makes a Loaded Baked Potato that starts with this as the base.¬† He warms it then stacks it with mounds of cheese and BBQ.” ¬†She slid a plate of warm, pork rinds across the table too, telling me that they make these as well.

8My mouth was watering for the BBQ, but after one bite of the creamy red potatoes, I only wanted more.¬† I’d say there will probably be a time in the near future that I’ll show up for just these, but it would be a lie.

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As are the ribs…¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† 9¬†And the onion rings…6

But the best -or at least the best thing I had this weekend- was the 5″¬†Pork BBQ Sandwich, pilled high with extra meet and loaded with pickles! 57I CAN HEAR WHAT YOU ARE THINKING ūüėȬ† Yes, much- MUCH of it went home in a to-go box, or two!

I’ve every intention of returning this coming Saturday for the buffet.¬† The granddaughter, Elizabeth Rileigh, is a BBQ baby & is always ready to go out to eat!¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†Love Brisket? They have that too ūüėČbaby girl at el agave

Before heading out, I got to talk for a few minutes with Steve.    He gladly discussed his love of cooking and smoking meats, explaining too how he refused to postpone his dream until after retirement.  The restaurant has been open for four years.  Following retirement this coming year, he will begin opening some during the week.

Hours of operation for Steve N Jan’s BBQ are: Friday and Saturday from 11- 8 p.m. ¬†*Buffet is ready at 4:00.¬† They open on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday for special occasions. Catering for important events is also available. *They are NOT difficult to find and instead of giving you typical Southern directions (i.e. take the road in front of the schools, go past the big house, the old farm with the beautiful pasture and hang a right at the church…) I’ll just give you the address.¬† You are Welcome!

¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†BTW, If you didn’t read this in your softest, Southern drawl ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†you must read it all over again -correctly!

Steve N Jan’s Bar-B-Que, 13849 Jackson Trace Road Lincoln, AL 35906 Phone: 205 763-7712 ¬†They are also on Facebook! ¬†https://www.facebook.com/pages/Steve-Jans-BBQ/133141530061622

You can join me there as well!

*****

ELIZABETH MOZLEY

@ElizabethMozley  &  @CentipedeYAread

And on Facebook ‚Äď We Share the Same Sky, author Elizabeth Mozley

We Share the Same Sky, a memoir

https://www.amazon.com/Elizabeth-Mozley/e/B00J7KJWIU

 

FOR THE LOVE OF FALL…

Each year, I eagerly fill my calendar with dates of fall festivals.¬† My favorite has quickly become Oxfordfest in Oxford, Alabama ‚Äďour new hometown.¬† Oxford lies along the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains near Mt. Cheaha, the highest point in Alabama.¬†¬† Although Oxford continues to expand and branch out, the autumn celebration is always held in the old downtown area I love.¬† Here places are set up for dozens of craft vendors, folks working grills and ladies tending tables filled with homemade sweets, or preserves.¬† The smell of kielbasa with saut√©ed onions, homemade corn dogs, funnel cakes, and coffee floats in the fall air.¬†
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Not only is the festival a feast for the nose and stomach ‚Äďit is a feast for the eyes.¬† How can you not feel happy, walking around with a crisp breeze dimpling your skin, the air rich with the smells of food cooking, vibrant color everywhere?¬†
 
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Of all the rich craftwork found, my favorites are easily tooled leather and wood.  Everett Martin’s hand-turned wooden bowls and Peggy’s carved/etched & painted gourds are an example of true craftsmanship.  Their shop, Gourds and More, is located in Ohatchee, Alabama.  (If you missed them at Oxfordfest they will be at the Little River Canyon festival the first Saturday in November.)
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 How unfortunate I vowed not to purchase anything for myself.
 
 
All about are the sounds of happiness ‚Äďchildren and families laughing and talking, a gospel band sings in the distance.¬† Community.¬† It just feels right.¬† Representatives from neighboring churches are present.¬† Politicians are too ‚Äďboth handing out pamphlets and business cards.¬†
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Oxford Police Department is also here, busy working with droves of moms and dads who are anxious to take advantage of the Child ID kits.¬† It is amazing how active the department is in Oxford.¬† It‚Äôs one of the main reasons I enjoy living here -doesn’t matter what time of day it is, if you are out and about you notice that they are out and about as well.¬† Returning from Publix one afternoon and caught a glimpse of our Chief, Bill Partridge out helping a motorist change a flat.¬† I sang his praises all the way home.¬† If I‚Äôd had a camera, I‚Äôd have posted the pic on Twitter or Facebook to brag!¬† The man exemplifies hard work and dedication!
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Chief Bill Partridge with Attorney General Luther Strange 
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My morning ended with a search for Eastaboga Bee Company’s table.  I’ve been wanting to purchase a couple of jars of local honey and only recently learned about Justin Hill’s booming business.  With over 80 hives, they not only produce a ton of honey, they also have select beeswax products.  One of the beers at Cheaha Brewing Company is made using his honey.  Unfortunately, it was not available when we visited this weekend.  Although I missed him at the fall festival, I’ll be catching up with Justin later this week. 
 
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¬†*A huge ‘thank you’ to my son, Jonathan Isaac Parks, for the amazing photographs!

*****

ELIZABETH MOZLEY

@ElizabethMozley  &  @CentipedeYAread

And on Facebook ‚Äď We Share the Same Sky, author Elizabeth Mozley

We Share the Same Sky, a memoir

https://www.amazon.com/Elizabeth-Mozley/e/B00J7KJWIU